3rd world prisons (Bdsm art by Hines)

Jane was an idealistic journalist, fresh out of college – she hadn’t been prepared for this. Their male counterparts had been shot while “resisting” arrest and the women had been tried in a secret military court and given life sentences for the false charge of aiding ‘terrorists’. In reality Jane and her fellow band of journalists, human rights activists and students, had illegally crossed the border into this central Asian country to find the truth behind the various reports of severe human rights abuses by the government.
Too late, they knew that it was all too true……
Jane had resisted the first advances of Sgt. Kalzinal in her first hours of captivity. And had paid the painful price.
Now she meekly complied when she was escorted to his small, hot and humid office each morning. First there would be the savage strapping, then the long hour of rough, brutal fucking…
Menavava was the prison warden and immediately set about to let this group of troublemakers know their proper place and duty within her institution. This was not the West. No coddling here; these young bitches would do what they were told – without hesitation. Anything and everything. She had given her female guards absolute right of ownership over these little pale, foreign bitches…